The Cycle
The Cycle
(Damn)
If I’m not drinking, I’m smoking
Sipping or tipping
Sniffing or snorting
Fussing or whining
Walking or running
Fighting or gunning
Telling truths or I’m lying
If’n or sighing
Praying or crying
Reading or writing
Loving or hating…
Married or single…
Either, gay or I’m straight
I’m sick or I’m well..
I’m Living or dying..
One thing I know…
While everything must change….the cycle never does (Damn)
(Damn)
If I’m not drinking, I’m smoking
Sipping or tipping
Sniffing or snorting
Fussing or whining
Walking or running
Fighting or gunning
Telling truths or I’m lying
If’n or sighing
Praying or crying
Reading or writing
Loving or hating…
Married or single…
Either, gay or I’m straight
I’m sick or I’m well..
I’m Living or dying..
One thing I know…
While everything must change….the cycle never does (Damn)
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